“Don’t put up those bloody Hawaii shots! We want Bondi…”
That’s how my morning started. The challenge was laid down in front of me as an avid reader piped up across the dog park. I had to try and make something interesting from the mundane.
Bondi was a very bland flavour of grey this morning. It rained around 6am too.
The beach was empty.
1 guy out on his foamie (who actually didn’t catch anything whilst I was visiting the shoreline).
Another dude was singing, like a rock star, still in his clothes from the night before, I could smell the stench of bourbon downwind.
Good old Bondi…it can be so damn shiny one day, and ghetto the next. I’ll ‘fess, I do enjoy these quiet down days that fall in the cracks.